Something is wrong with the spirits. the tides of modernity wash over the Taro'Klatt tribe, as civilization encroaches on their ancestral homelands in the jungle. distrust, thirst for power, fear, and anger build within the tribe. some of those once thought as friends and family have been lead astray by the white man, and threaten the very soul of the tribe, and the disruption of the spirits. be careful who you trust brothers, the future is shrouded in the flames of Voodoo, and there be no tellin what comes next...

As the feeling of mistrust hung in the air, the tribesmen went to bed uneasy, wondering what to do about the situation. but some remained awake...

as Willie Kool slept on his leaf hammock, he was awakened by a spear through the midsection, followed by 2 more in his heart and throat. his last thoughts were of his own voodoo powers, and swore before dying that he would not let his village be destroyed by these usurpers.